the fake blog

it's snowing out. i can't believe it. we've had 7 wonderful days of clear blue skys and now the winter decides to come back.

adf are out with a new album today. i only know because my sister told me she heard them on adil ray. i've yet to hear it.
gone are the days of rushing to the shops to buy it.
i've actually got all of their stuff. except rafi. but now, it's official. end of an era. i'm not getting it.
well not untill tomorrow anyway.

fake time: 12:04 pm monday, february 28, 2005

i don't normally watch bollywood movies. the escape-ish stories aren't to my liking. i prefer simple, realistic ones. the more realistic, the better.

today zee cinema showed 'raincoat' by rituparno ghosh. a bitter sweet 'love story' if you will. it was a nice change from regular bollywood stuff. aishwarya rai's role was especially good. the one thing i didn't understand was the dialogue about her sari, but that might just be me.

it's wierd how sometimes one can't say the things to those closest to one, even though in the case for ajay devgan and aishwarya rai that was once upon a time.

the movie got me emotionally stirred up. maybe because of dear ones past experiance? or own expected experiance? who knows.
i would definately recommend it.

fake time: 11:39 pm saturday, february 26, 2005

finally, some paper to write on. the whiteness of the back of a booking sheet.
i've been trying to book this man in for a meeting since late last year. he's changed his mind about coming twice now, and finally today he threw int he towel.
i work part time for a financial advisory firm, booking in people for financial advice. my job involes calling random people on a list and inviting them in for advice. if that sounds boring, then your right. it is!
i think the only thing this job has helped me with is overcoming the fear of talking on the phone. even that only to a small extent. that's why it always amazes me that my friends always ask me about my job.
the other day a uni mate of mine, that works for a shipping company (how lucky!) started asking me about work. i mean, he's got such an interesting job, compared to mine anyway, and here he is asking me about what i do!
get over it people. my job is utterly boring. the only remotely interesting thing today so far has been this rather elderly man telling me that my accent is sweet and that i sound like 'Vilde' (called Minken Tveitan in real life) from 'Hotel Cæsar'.
so hopefully one of these days my post will be all about my new job.
i better get back to the boringness.

fake time: 5:58 pm wednesday, february 23, 2005

i've just had two hours, atleast, of 'conference' at work. seeing as i've already stated that my job isn't worth talking about, i'll skip the resumé.

one interesting thing over lunch though was my talk with one of the other bookers. we started chatting about religion. mainly because she discovered my being vegetarian. the fact that i'm visibly darker than the rest also contributated to this topic being brought up i believe.
i left the place a bit angry because i don't particularly like people who are overly religious and who tell me that they want me to become christian so that i may go to heaven.
so i rushed to the bus, catching it just in time. i wanted to check my mail before i had to go back to work.
the bus was quite full, but there was this elderly woman sitting there with her shopping on one of the seats. i looked her way, and she caught me eye, but she didn't remove her shopping. i thought to myself, i've only got a few stops before i have to get of, why bother? so just remained standing.
a few stops later people started getting of the bus. i had to move back to where she was sitting as to let people off. thats when she removed her bags, while looking at me. i thanked her and sat down besides her, even though there were several seats empty by this point.
we started chatting about the weather and how she had been to denmark. she told me that denmark was experiancing a snow storm and that she'd just come home the day before. she was a lovely lady. she told me she was 82, but she didn't look a day over 70! the bible came up a few times during our conversation, and she remined me of 'dot cotton'. it was wierd how her talk of the bible didn't aggitate me nearly as much as the lady from work. good thing i meet her today.
she talked about her diet and the war. how the women from the coast were strong, both mentally and physically. by this point we were almost at the bus station. our final destination.

so this is me appreciating this wonderful human being for making my day a little better. especially since i left work today with a 'bitter taste in my mouth' of the christianity i encountered there.

fake fake time: 3:10 pm thursday, february 24, 2005 (believe it or not, this was a direct post!)

my sister started a new job a few weeks back. she really likes it, or so it seems.
last saturday was her second weekend at work. as always i asked her about the going on's of the day when she got home. she brushed it off, telling me she would tell me later, having my parents in the room and all. i could see that something was up, but soon forgot.
today waiting for the bus after uni, she unravelled saturdays events.
she works in a soap shop, so cutting soap takes up a large part of her day. this because the shop owner makes her own soap.
she was doing her job, cutting soap, when a drunk man came into the shop. he wasn't given any notice by my sister, but her colleague started chatting with him. he started making advances at her which started to agitate her.
my sister was standing at the counter with a big scissor like looking implement cutting the soap. the drunkard saw this and stuck his head in between the blades of the scissor. the scissor being quite big. he held my sisters hands and told her that he had always wanted to cut of his head like this. my sister started to panic. she feared that he would hurt himself and cause her to be an accomplice. luckily hear work mate kept her cool and managed to persuade him from the thought.

makes you wonder though, what would have happend if he shut the scissors shut while she was holding them? what trauma would he have caused? what laws would she be protected under?
luckily i don't have to think about it.

fake time: 9:50 pm tuesday, february 22, 2005

running around in the supermarket today, i noticed an average looking, bearded guy with glasses following me around. i was in a hurry, being 15 minutes late for a meeting with a friend, so i didn't take any notice. i rushed to the till, the guy shadowing me. still i didn't think anything of it. i was just about to run off, when i heard him shout out my name. turning around, i feared i wouldn't be able to put a name to the face. and i didn't. i hate it when this happens!
he had a warm smile on his face and his eyes were sparkling. i looked puzzled. i must have done. his name brought a sea of memories to mind.
when i was in the student organisation i always thought he was a very charming fella. a charming fella without a beard and glasses, and he surely didn't wear a woollen hat!
not much had changed. he was still charming.
i hadn't known him for long before my abrupt departure, so i was extra glad he remembered me.
i would just like to take this opportunity to say i love you all, all 400 of you. even though i may i forgotten some of your names...

fake time: 9:30 pm monday, february 21, 2005

first post warrants an explaination.
just a few days ago i was asked why i had given up on the idea of keeping a blog. the answer: i would never manage to keep it up, mainly due to my lazyness.
today though, while i was trying to do some uni work, my mind started to wander. it always does. the idea of faking a blog being the best thought i came across, so here i sit, faking it. writing on a piece of paper.
now it's official, i've decided to keep a blog. it's a womans prerogative to change her mind.
i can't be the only one faking it though, can i?

fake time: 7:50 pm sunday, february 20, 2005